(g.snowcat) once again my face in the clouds i’ve got all the answers they want to know from me to your hands fairytales rise in the winter autumn feels very strange and the way to your room is so nice so extreme in your wednesday bedroom not awakened, dream inside me try to lose my head in your pillow love obsession, real illusions maydays are coming from a split wednesday evenings are gone but the fever still drives me insane i’m not sure i could face the strain if we were underneath a thin neon lightning >from the stage so dainty with your smile of devil too close to sleep, lead me to you hold my hand in a scenic railway never moving, encage my fears if it takes one single mistake to erase all the traces i will wait for a warm overlay see the screen of our new story inside a picture that’s waiting hanging just there on the wall pools are boiled by a summer fever we’ll jump on it, dead-end diving leak of life through a smoky evening days in the spring, sweet is the drift